The Life of Diego Morales

[n0thum4n]

Hi everyone, first of all I want to say thank you to everybody who writes story: after reading yours, you really inspired me to write something of mine.
Second disclaimer: English is not my first language, so in order to write some parts of this story I had the help of AI. I hope you like it!
Third disclaimer: everything is made up, any references to real people is purely casual.
And now, enjoy!
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Chapter one: From Assistant Coach, to Coach.

Diego Morales stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring his reflection. At 30 years old, he cut an impressive figure - 6’ of solid muscle, honed from years of wrestling as a student, both highschool and college. His olive skin, covered up in a not so thick layer of fur, glistened slightly under the reflection of sun coming from his bathroom window.

Running a hand through his dark, neatly trimmed hair, Diego noted the few strands of grey starting to appear at his temples. Rather than making him feel old, they gave him a distinguished air, like a seasoned mentor. His closely cropped beard framed a strong jawline, adding to his rugged appeal.

But it was his backside that truly caught his attention. Years of squats and lunges had sculpted his glutes into what his students jokingly called "buns of steel." He was always praised for his ass, especially from his teammates. They joked about it and slapped it every chance they could, unbeknownst of how much he actually enjoyed it.

After having had a hot shower to start the morning, he went back to his bedroom where Marcus was still sleeping.

He looked at this younger, (of only 3 years) man sleeping in his bed and focused on his body: he layed on his stomach in the center of the bed, his tan skin glowing under the soft morning light. His defined muscles ripple as he breathes deeply in sleep, his body looking relaxed and at peace. His dark hair is tousled from the night's rest, adding to his boyish charm.

Marcus's body was lean and toned, but with a softness that made Diego want to touch every inch of it. His smooth, caramel-colored skin glowed in the early morning light, highlighting the defined muscles and the subtle curves. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, adding to his boyish charm. He had broad shoulders and defined muscles. His skin was a smooth golden tan, highlighted by the morning light peeking through the window. Diego couldn't help but admire the way the sheet draped over his body, accentuating his strong chest and abs. As his eyes moved down, he noticed the tent created by Marcus’s morning wood.

“It’s only 6.30am, I can arrive a bit later today” whispered Diego, as he let the towel drop and started to climb in bed. He slowly took off the sheets, reviling Marcus’s perfect, 8inches, cut, hard cock. Sensually, Diego started to lick Marcus’s inner tigh, leading up to his round and smooth balls. He started licking them and sucking on them like lollipops, moving them around in his mouth. He started to hear some moaning, so he knew he was doing a good job and that Marcus was slowly waking up.

“Mmmh man, keep doing what you are doing and don’t stop” moaned Marcus as Diego moved from his balls to his shaft. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on stopping any time soon” replied Diego as he lapped on Marcus’s dick like a popsicle, meanwhile squeesing his balls with his hand. As Diego started sucking more and more, Marcus took the opportunity to push Diego’s head down his cock, making him deepthroat his beast.

“C’mon, take it all..yeees, like that. Choke on this dick, you like my big dick in the morning, no?” To show his appreciation for his dick, since he had a mouthfull of it, Diego could only keep on choking on it, almost gagging on it. He really liked his cock, so after a few more seconds of deepthroating, Diego came up for air.

“Wow man, you really went for it. Last night wasn’t enough for you?” said Marcus with a smirk on his face as kept on jacking off his dick. ”It’s never enough, and you know it. How can I resist such a perfect cock?” replied Diego, jerking his 7inch dick.
“Come here” begged Marcus.

As he climbed this perfect specimen of a man, Diego kissed Marcus’s body all over, up to his lips where he planted a big kiss which turned into a make out session.

Their lips met in a passionate embrace, tongues intertwining as they savored each other's taste. Diego ran his fingers through Marcus's tousled hair, gently tugging as he deepened the kiss. Marcus responded eagerly, his hands roaming over Diego's muscular back and squeezing his firm ass.

The room filled with the soft sounds of their lips smacking and quiet moans of pleasure. Diego traced Marcus's jawline with tender kisses, nipping playfully at his earlobe before trailing down his neck. Marcus arched into the touch, gasping as Diego found a particularly sensitive spot and sucked gently.

"God, you're amazing," Marcus breathed, his fingers digging into Diego's butt cheeks.

Diego smiled against Marcus's skin, continuing his exploration downward. He laved his tongue over a nipple, relishing Marcus's sharp intake of breath. Still squeezing Diego’s ass, he started to poke at his asshole with a finger.

“What are you doing down there?” asked, while moaning Diego.

“I’m getting you ready..” replied Marcus.

“Then you know how I like it..” and with a move coming straight from his wrestling days, he flipped his body over and sat on Marcus’s face, while grabbing his dick. “Now you can continue..” as he started to lick the head of Marcus’s throbbing dick.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know exactly what to do!” said Marcus as he lowered Diego’s ass to his face to rim him like there was no tomorrow.

As he sucked on Marcus’s dick, he couldn’t stop himself from moaning at the terrific job Marcus was doing on his ass: first, he started lapping up from his taint to his asshole while fingerfucking him; after that he focused entirely on the hole, licking it all over and finally fucking it with his tongue. He really was a pro at it, always making Diego moan in excitement with each thrust.

After a few minutes of rimming and sucking, both guys stopped and with a swift move Diego positioned himself right on Marcus’s slick cock.

“Ready babe?” “More than anything” As he slowly lowered himself down on Marcus’s dick, he began to moan at the painful but erotic sensation he was feeling.

“Oooh yeees babe, sit on my dick..mmmh so tight”. As Diego kept going down, they began to make out, suffocating their moans with their tongues. “Oh God, oh God..yeeees babe, I’m all in” “Fuck it’s so big” “You like this big dick in you, right? Now I’m going to fuck you with it” and so he began to take it out and put it back in again, first slowly than faster, slapping his balls on Diego’s ass.

“Ooh fuck, don’t stop..don’t stop! Fuck me Marcus!” moaned Diego as he started to push against his dick and bouncing up and down on it.

“Take it bitch, bounce that fat ass up and down my cock. Let me see it, turn around” ordered Marcus. Diego loved how he always got more rough as they went on and so he turned, giving him a full display of his fat ass bouncing up and down his dick.

“God, your ass is soo beautiful. It’s like it was made to take my dick..” said Marcus while squeezing and slapping Diego’s ass. “Take it all, c’mon bitch, keep going I’m almost there!”

They kept fucking for a while longer, up until Marcus moaned “I’m gonna cum man, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum!” “Fuck yeah babe, cum inside me. I wanna feel your cum in my ass” “I’m..almost..there..don’t stop!”

“C’mon Marcus, give..it..to..me!” moaned Diego with each bounce. “Here you goooooo!” yelled Marcus as he filled Diego’s hole with ropes of cum “Take it bitch, take it aaaaall!” he yelled. “Oh yes babe, give it to meee!” moaned Diego as he slowed down while taking Marcus’s huge load up his ass. While still impaled by Marcus’s dick, Diego started to jerk off “Oh yeah babe, I’m about to cum too” “Oh fuck Diego, give it to me. I want to drink it all”. As kept on stroking his dick, Diego got up and with his ass still leaking set on Marcus’s chest “Suck it bitch, make me cum!” and so Marcus began to choke on Diego’s dick, licking the shaft and deepthroating it with ease. After a few more strokes Diego began to cum inside Marcus’s mouth, who swallowed every last drop.

As he fell on his bed, Diego reached Marcus’s face and began to make out with him.

“I think I have to take another shower before leaving” he said, as he felt Marcus’s cum dripping down from his legs. “Will you wait for me so we can have breakfast together?” Diego asked Marcus.

“I’m going to go now” said Marcus while putting his pants on “my mom doesn’t want me to spend the night anywhere, so I need to sneak in before she comes home from her night shift” “Man, you are 27! How can you still leave with your mom?” yelled Diego from under the shower, but Marcus was already gone.

As he dressed for work, he thought about his day ahead, but little did he know what was going to happen.

The morning at school went bye: he loved teaching, especially his first language, Spanish. He studied hard to be a great teacher and loved every minute of it. Being a child of immigrants from Argentina, his life in the US wasn’t always easy: being their only child and also the only one who spoke English, sometimes he had to be the grown up of the family. That’s what sparked in him the passion to help people understand, so teaching it was.

As Diego sat in the teacher's lounge, lost in thoughts of his childhood, the door swung open with a gentle creak. Principal Angela Martinez strode in, her vibrant blue dress a stark contrast to the muted tones of the room. Her warm brown eyes twinkled as she spotted Diego, and a smile spread across her face.

"Ah, Diego! Just the man I was looking for," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Do you have a moment?"

Diego nodded, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. "Of course, Principal Martinez. What can I do for you?"

Angela settled into the seat, smoothing her dress as she did so. "Well, I have some exciting news for you," she began, leaning in conspiratorially. "As you know, Coach Thompson is retiring at the end of this semester."

Diego's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had heard about Coach Thompson’s retirment, but he thought it was just gossip.

“You being his assistant coach for the last 2 years makes the decision super easy for me. Would you like to upgrade to Coach?” asked Principal Martinez.

“I would love to! When do I start?” asked Diego. “I knew I could count on you!” replied P. Martinez “As you know, tryouts are already over, this means that practice starts today. Coach Thompson as decided to give you the keys to the castle from the start of the season, so not to create confusion with the students. Are you up for it?”

As he took a moment to reflect on this huge opportunity coming his way, he thought about his family and the sacrifices they made for him. “I sure am! Thanks P. Martinez, I won’t let you down” replied Diego with a big smile on his face.

“Please, how many times have I told you to call me Angie? Anyhow, as long as you bring our team to victory, we’ll be fine. Take good care of them, especially our star player Liam!”

“Sure do…Angie!” replied Diego, as he got up from his seat. As he left to his next class, he thought about this new and exiting opportunity: the chance to spend more time with the team and especially Liam stirred something in him, more so in his bulge which started to grow.

“It’s going to be a great season"!” he mumbled to himself, adjusting his hard-on while walking to class.

 

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Chapter 2: An intense wrestling practice

The gym echoed with the cacophony of bodies in motion, grunts, and the squeak of sneakers against polished wood. I stood at the sidelines, clipboard in hand, watching my team build up a sweat. As the coach, I was always aware of the power dynamics at play, but today, I felt an extra tension coiling in my gut. It wasn't just the upcoming tournament that had me on edge; it was Liam.

He was a force on the mat, all lean muscle and boundless energy. His body was squeezed into the tight singlet, showing his big bulge and even bigger ass. His laughter was infectious, his grin disarming. He knew what he was doing, not only to me but to everybody with a set of eyes.

Liam was a tease, a flirt, a fucking menace. And I was his favorite target. Every time he'd catch me looking, he'd wink or bite his lip, sending a jolt straight to my cock. I'd been fantasizing about him for weeks now, jerking off in my office after practice, imagining those full lips wrapped around my dick, his tight ass bouncing on my lap. But that's what it was, just a fantasy. Right?

Today, however, something felt different. As James rolled on the mat with Liam, our star wrestler, I noticed how he kept grinding his hips, how James's face flushed redder with each thrust. They were sparring, but it looked more like a dry hump than a fight. Liam was basically pushing is big ass onto James's visible hard dick. My cock twitched in my shorts, imagining being in Jason's place, feeling Liam's heat, his strength.

"Alright, that's enough!" I called out, my voice harsher than intended, "Good job guys, keep it up!" They sprang apart, Liam grinning like the cat that got the cream, Jason panting and adjusting himself discreetly. "Go take a shower, you guys stink!" I yelled, "Not you Liam, stay for a moment. We need to talk."

I said, turning to Liam once everyone else had left the gym. He sauntered over, his singlet still damp with sweat, his hair tousled. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a porn set, not a wrestling practice.

"What's up, Coach?" he asked, his voice casual, but his eyes held a spark of challenge. He knew exactly what was up.

"You know what's up, Liam," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the raging hard-on in my pants. "You can't grind on your teammates like that. This is wrestling, not a dry humping competition."

He smirked, "I can't help it Coach, we are teenagers in heat. Everything we touch gets us going, especially an ass. You know what the others call me, right? Fat Ass Liam. Do you think I have a fat ass, Coach?" As he said those words, he turned around, showing me his fat, juicy, bubble butt inside his tight singlet. I tried my best not to stare, although all I wanted to do was to dive my face between those cheeks.

With all my strenght, I turned him around again "That's not the point. Those tactics may have worked when Coach Thompson was in charge, but now this is my ship and I am the captain. You will do as I say or you are off the team." I said firmly. "Now go take a shower." As he was leaving, I exhaled all of the sexual tension I was feeling while I was looking at his big ass walk away from me.

After having put everything in its place, I entered the locker room to go into my new office and change. As I got in I heard the shower running. "Who's still here?" I thought to myself. I carefully approached the showers, making sure not to make a sound and there he was. Liam. Completely naked, soaping himself up. His body glistened under the harsh fluorescent lights, water cascading down his muscular back, tracing the lines of his spine, disappearing into the crack of his ass. My breath hitched in my throat as I watched him, unseen. His hands moved slowly, deliberately, washing every inch of his skin. When they reached his cock, he gripped it tightly, stroking it slowly, his head tilting back, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Fuck. Me.

I should've walked away, but my feet were rooted to the spot. My heart pounded in my chest, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Liam's body, from his hand working his cock. He was long and thick, his foreskin sliding back and forth over his glistening head. I could see the pre-cum beading at the tip, mixing with the water streaming down his shaft.

Liam's fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path down his torso, leaving a trail of suds in their wake. He paused at the juncture of his thigh and hip, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin there, before continuing his descent. His hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently, a soft sigh escaping his lips. Then, his middle finger found its mark, circling his tight hole, teasing it, before slowly pressing in. His breath hitched, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his throat as he began to finger himself, his strokes matching the rhythm of his other hand working his cock. The sight of his body, slick and glistening, his muscles taut with pleasure, was almost too much to bear.

I could feel my own cock straining against my shorts, begging for release. I knew I should turn away, leave him to his private moment, but I was frozen, captivated by the raw, primal display unfolding before me.

Liam's fingers moved faster now, plunging in and out of his ass, stretching himself open. His moans grew louder, echoing off the tiled walls of the shower. He was close, I could tell. His strokes on his cock became more urgent, more desperate. I could see his balls tightening, his abs clenching as he chased his orgasm.

I couldn't take it any longer, I had to release my trapped hard on and cum. I ran to my small office, yanked down my shorts freeing my 7 and a half inches throbbing cock. I started to jerk off, thinking of all the things I would have done to Liam if I had joined him in that shower.

I imagined grabbing his thick cock, feeling its weight in my hand, stroking it until he was leaking pre-cum all over my fist. I would have dropped to my knees, taken him into my mouth, felt him hit the back of my throat. I would have sucked him hard, my tongue swirling around his head, tasting his salty sweetness. I would have made him beg for release, made him plead for me to let him come.

Then I turned him around, as my tongue darted out, tracing the curve of Liam's ass cheek, tasting the mix of sweat and soap. Liam's body tensed briefly before relaxing into the sensation, a soft moan escaping his lips. My heart starts racing, my cock throbbing against the cool tile floor, but I ignored it, lost in the moment.

I spread Liam's cheeks wider, revealing the pink, puckered hole hidden within. My breath caught, my mouth watering at the sight. I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to circle Liam's entrance, feeling the muscle twitch beneath my touch.

Liam's moan grew louder, his hips bucking slightly. Encouraged, I press my tongue firmer, teasing the rim, feeling it give way slightly. Liam's taste exploded in my mouth, salty and musky, driving me wild. I grip Liam's hips tighter, holding him in place as I delved deeper, my tongue probing and exploring.

My senses were overwhelmed - the taste of Liam, the smell of sex and soap, the sound of Liam's ragged breaths as he tells me "Fuck me Coach."

That's all I wanted to hear. I pulled back, my chin glistening with Liam's juices, and spat on my palm. I rubbed my spit into his hole, making him slick and ready. Liam looked back at me, his eyes hooded with desire, his lips parted. "Please, Coach," he begged, "I need your cock."

I stood up, my knees popping from kneeling on the hard tile. I started rubbing my meat between his wet buns "You want this cock, ah? You want Coach's fat cock inside you boy? Tell me how much you want it" I whispered in his ear, as I continued poking him with my dick.

"I want it so bad Coach, please fill my hole with your big dick!" begged Liam, pushing his fat ass on my leaking cock, "Please, put it in. I can't wait any longer".

"As you wish." I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and begin to push forward. My cock stretches his tight opening, and Liam lets out a low moan, his fingers curling against the tiles as I slide in further, inch by agonizing inch.

Every sensation is heightened, overwhelming. The heat of Liam's body envelops me, pulling me in deeper. I can feel every ridge, every contour of his channel squeezing around me. It's intense, and I haven't even bottomed out yet.

Liam's body resists for a moment, then yields, allowing me to slip deeper. I pause, giving him a moment to adjust, my forehead resting against his back.

Our breaths mingle, coming in ragged gasps. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of mine. I'm buried balls deep inside him, his ass gripping me like a vice. Fuck, he feels amazing.

"More, Coach," Liam whimpers, pushing back against me, taking me even deeper. "Give me more."

I grip his hips tighter, my fingers digging into his flesh. I pull back slowly, feeling every inch of him as I withdraw, before slamming back in, making him grunt.

I set a punishing pace, my hips smacking against his ass with each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the locker room, mingling with our ragged breaths and Liam's moans.

"Fuck, Coach, you're so big," Liam gasps, his knuckles white from gripping the tiles. "You're splitting me open."

"Take it, you little slut," I growl, my voice barely recognizable. "Take my big cock like a good boy."

Liam pushes back against me, meeting my thrusts, egging me on. "Yes, Coach. I'm your slut. Your fuck toy. Use me, Coach. Make me yours."

His words send a surge of lust through me, and I grip his hips harder, my nails digging into his flesh. I pound into him, my cock slamming against his prostate with each thrust, making him cry out. His body convulses, his ass clamping down on me as he comes undone, his hot cum splattering against the tiles.

"Not yet, you greedy little shit," I snarl, pulling out of him abruptly. "Turn around. I want to see your face when I fuck you," I demand, my voice hoarse with desire. Liam turns, his eyes glazed over with lust, his chest heaving. I lift his legs up and I slam my dick back into his boypussy.

Liam's eyes widen, his mouth opens in a silent 'O'. I start fucking him hard, my hips slapping against his ass, my balls swinging and hitting his taint with each thrust. Liam's moans fill the locker room, echoing off the cold tiles, mixing with the sound of our bodies colliding.

"Fuck, Coach, you're so deep," Liam gasps, his fingers clawing at the tiles behind him. "Don't stop! I'm almost there" continued, starting to stroke his dick.

"I'm gonna fucking come, Coach. I'm gonna come all over."

"Fuck yeah, you are," I grunted, my hips pistoning in and out of him. "Come for me, Liam. Show me what a good little slut you are."

Liam's body tensed, his abs clenching as he let out a loud groan. "Fuck, Coach! I'm coming!"

Hot ropes of cum shot out of Liam's cock, hitting his chest, his face and painting the tiles behind him. The sight of him coming undone pushed me over the edge.

I gripped his thighs tighter, my fingers digging into his flesh as I slammed into him one last time, burying myself balls deep. I let out a roar, my body convulsing as I was just about to cum, filling his ass with my hot sperm, I heard a knock at the door.

As the door was slowly opening I managed to turn myself in front of the desk of my office, as ropes of cum spurted from my erect cock, hitting the underdesk.

"Is this a bad moment?" asked Liam, entering the room. "No...please, cuuum iiiin" I managed to say as the last drops of cum exited my dick. Luckly my desk covered the lower part of my body, which was naked and hard!

Liam's eyes widened as he saw me sitting there, my face flushed, my chest heaving. He took a step closer, "Coach," he said, "everything okay?" I swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze. "I just...just choked on some water. Tell me, why still here?," I muttered, faking a cough.

"I just wanted to apologize for my behaviour during practice. Wrestling and this team mean everything to me and I don't want to jeopardize it." said Liam, looking down at his shoes. "I'm the one who's sorry Liam, I shouldn't have talked to you the way I did. You are my star player and an excellent wrestler. You kinda remind me of a younger me." I replied. "Let's start over, clean slate. I promise to keep my cool and you promise not to use your assets during practice, poor James was ready to bust a nut." "Deal!" "Now go, I'll catch up to you in a moment."

He left my office and I exhaled all the tension I had buildt up. Thank God he didn't catch me, that would have been the end of me. "Fuck, I still don't have any pants on!" I said, as I got up from the chair.

 

[michaelnola]

You did an awesome job---Great writing. Please continue, really want to see how this plays out..

THANKS

 

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Chapter 3: An Interesting Evening

That was a close call. I almost got caught naked from the waist down at my place of work! I couldn't risk that much, teaching means everything to me. Just thinking about what my parents sacrificed for me to be the man I am today and I was almost losing it all to my damn sex drive! I needed to get a grip on myself. No more close calls, no more taking risks. I knew I should've stayed away from Liam, but damn, he was a fucking temptation.

A week passed. I tried to avoid Liam, but every time I saw him at practice, my mind wandered to that afternoon, daydreaming in the locker room. His body, his moans, his tight fucking ass. I was losing my mind, my self-control crumbling day by day.

I had to find a way to release this tension, especially since I wasn't getting any all week. As soon as I get home, I'll text Marcus and see what he's up to. He's been a godsend, always ready to lend an ear or a shoulder, and sometimes, his tight little ass. I don't know what I'd do without him.

I leave the school and drive home to my apartment: a modern oasis of calm after the storm of the day. I whip up something to eat, a simple chicken stir-fry, and pour myself a glass of red wine. As I sit at the kitchen island, I take a sip of my wine, the rich, velvety liquid sliding down my throat, relaxing my tense muscles.

After a long, hot and much needed shower, I decided to call Marcus. I open my phone, my thumb hovering over his name in my contacts.

ME: Hey, what are you up to?

MARCUS: Nothing much, evening shift boring AF. You?

ME: Same old, same old. Been a long day.

MARCUS: Wanna talk about it?

ME: Maybe later. Right now, I need something else to take my mind off things.

MARCUS: Oh yeah? Like what?

ME: Like your tight little ass wrapped around my cock.

MARCUS: You know, I've always loved when you talk dirty to me. Sucks that I'm at work though, I would love to be there and lick your naked body all over.

I smirked at his response.

ME: Not fair, teasing me like that. And here I am, all alone, with nothing but a towel on and horny. What are you wearing?

MARCUS: Jeans and a shirt. I'm at work, remember?

I couldn’t help but smile at his response, the towel suddenly feeling too constricting.

I tossed my phone onto the bed and let the towel drop to the floor, my cock already half-hard and eager for more. I walked over to my nightstand, pulled out a bottle of lube, and flipped open my laptop.

ME: Well, you're at work, and I'm home, naked, and fucking horny. Want to help me out?

MARCUS: Hell yeah, I do. But you'll have to be patient. I'm on my break now, so tell me what you want.

ME: I want you to tell me what you're wearing under those jeans.

MARCUS: Just some plain black boxer briefs. Nothing special.

I smirked, rubbing the lube on my cock, making it slick and ready.

ME: Take them off.

There was a pause on the other end, then Marcus's voice came back, breathy and excited.

MARCUS: You want me to take my underwear off at work? Fuck, that's hot.

ME: Yes, I want you to take them off and tell me what it feels like. I want you to feel the cool air on your balls, your cock. I want you to think about me, naked, alone, stroking my hard cock while you do this. Tell me, how does it feel?

Marcus's breath hitched in my ear, and I could picture him squirming in his seat, his cock growing hard under his jeans. "Fuck, it feels good, D. The air is cool, but it's making my cock throb. It's so fucking hard right now."

I groaned, a low, needy sound, as I started to stroke my cock in time with his words. "That's right, baby. Tell me more. I want to hear you describe it all.

Pretend I'm there with you, Marcus. Use your hands, touch yourself how you know I would." I heard him swallow, the sound amplified through the speakers of my phone. My own breathing was coming in quick gasps as I pictured him, hidden away in some back room at work, his jeans unbuttoned, his cock out and in his hand. Fuck, that thought alone was almost enough to make me come.

"Okay, D," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Imagine you're here with me, your hands on my thighs, pushing them apart. You lean in, your breath hot on my neck, your lips grazing my earlobe.

"You want to know what I'm doing, D?" he asks, his voice a low growl.

I nod, my cock aching, my breath coming in short gasps. "Tell me," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

You chuckle, a dark, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine. "I'm rubbing my cock, D," he says, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "I'm thinking about you, about how fucking hot you look right now, naked and hard, stroking that big cock just for me."

I groan, my hips bucking up, my cock slapping against my abs.

"Fuck, Marcus," I gasp, "I can practically feel your hand on my cock, your fingers wrapping around my shaft, your thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum leaking from me."

Marcus moans, his breath coming in quick pants now. "That's right, D. I'm stroking you, tight enough to make you feel every single inch of me. I'm twisting my wrist as I slide down, and then again as I come back up, making sure to hit every sensitive spot. I want to make you feel so good, D.

I want to make you come so hard you scream my name. Can you imagine it? Can you fucking feel it?"

Marcus’ words are like a match to my fuse, and I explode with desire. My cock throbs in my hand, leaking pre-cum, my balls tightening as I edge closer to the precipice.

"Fuck yes, I can feel it," I groan, my hips bucking up, my cock slapping against my abs. "I can feel your hand, your mouth, your fucking ass. I'm so close, Marcus.

I can feel it, like a tidal wave about to crest and crash over me. "Faster, baby," I beg, my voice breathless and ragged. "Stroke me faster. Make me come all over myself. I want to feel your hand on my cock, your fingers gripping me tight, making me spill over."

I can practically hear the smile in Marcus's voice as he says, "Fuck yeah, D. I want to feel you lose it, hear you come undone for me. I want to know you're thinking about me, about my hands on you, my mouth on you.

I want to hear you fucking moan my name, D. Is that what you want?" Marcus growls, his voice low and gravelly.

"Yes, goddamn it, yes," I pant, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "I want to hear you say it, Marcus. Tell me what you want to do to me, what you want me to do to you."

Marcus lets out a low, needy moan, and I can practically hear the smile on his face as he says, "Fuck, D, I want you to shove that big cock of yours up my ass and fuck me like you hate me.

I want to feel every inch of you stretching me out, making me yours. I want to hear you groan my name as you slam into me, feel you grip my hips and pound into me until I can't take it anymore. And then I want you to pull out and make me suck that dirty cock clean, taste myself all over you."

His words send shockwaves of pleasure through me, my cock throbbing painfully in my hand. I can't take it anymore; I need more. I need him.

"Fuck, Marcus," I grunt, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm gonna make you fucking scream, baby.

I'm gonna make you scream so loud everyone at work will know you're getting fucked by yours truly," I growl into the phone.

This dirty talk sends a jolt of lightning straight to my cock. I'm already close, my balls drawn up tight, my cock leaking pre-cum like a fucking faucet. I need release, I need it now.

"Do it, Diego," he groans, his voice rugged and raw. "Make me scream your name. I want everyone to know I'm yours," Marcus whispers, his voice a low, desperate rasp. Hearing him beg like that is my undoing. I can't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, Marcus, I'm gonna cum, shit! Fucking cum with me, baby." I groan, my cock pulsing in my fist, pearls of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Marcus lets out a choked cry, his own orgasm ripping through him. "D... oh fuck, D... I'm coming...

As I groan into the phone, my cock explodes, cum spurting out in thick, ropy strands. I imagine it hitting Marcus's face, his chest, his abs, marking him as mine. I can almost hear him moaning my name, and feel his body shuddering with release.

"Fuck, Marcus, you feel so good," I pant, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel my cum dripping down my hand, coating my palm and wrist. I'm a mess, but I don't care.

My body is slick with sweat and cum, my breath still coming in ragged gasps. Marcus's moans are still ringing in my ears, his words echoing in my mind. I want to feel your hand on my cock, your fingers wrapping around my shaft, your thumb brushing over the head, spreading the pre-cum leaking from me. Fuck, that thought alone is enough to make my cock twitch, ready for more.

"Thank you baby, I really needed that", I say.

"I wish I could be there with you, sucking you clean, licking my cum from your body." he replies "That was super hot, I hope I wasn't too loud and nobody heard me in the office.."

"I wouldn't be too worried, baby," I say, my voice still ragged with post-orgasmic bliss. "I'm sure they're all too busy jerking off to porn on their breaks to notice someone moaning my name."

Marcus laughs softly, and I can practically see his cheeky grin. "Yeah, you're probably right. Alright, I should get back to work. Talk to you later, yeah?"

"Later, baby. Take care." I hang up the phone, a satisfied smile playing on my lips.

As I look at myself covered in my own cum, I decide to take a second shower. That was too good to be true.

As I step into the shower, I let the hot water run down my body, cleaning the mess I just made. My cock is still semi-hard, ready for round two. I start to think about Marcus sucking my cock clean, and my cock twitches with excitement. I can almost feel his warm mouth wrapping around my shaft, his tongue swirling around the head, tasting himself on me.

I take a deep breath, the steam from the shower filling my lungs. I reach for the soap, lathering it up between my hands, spreading it over my chest, my abs, my thighs.

I take my time, letting the warm water run over me, the steam filling the air. I'm in no hurry to get out, to face the real world again. I want to stay here, in this steamy haven, lost in my thoughts, my fantasies.

I think back to earlier, to Marcus's words, his voice ragged with desire. I can still hear him begging me, telling me what he wants, what he needs. I start to stroke myself, my cock already semi-hard, eager for more. I close my eyes, picturing Marcus on his knees in front of me, his mouth open wide, waiting for me to fuck his face.

A buzzing sound coming from the front door stops me from my second j.o. session of the night. I close the water, exit the shower and with only a towel on I go to answer the door. It's 10pm, who could it be?

I never get visitors at this hour. I hope it's not a cop or some shit. I'm not ready to be thrown in jail for public indecency after that particular afternoon at school.

I open the door, and my heart skips a beat. Standing there, dripping wet from the pouring rain, is the most handsome man I've ever seen.

 

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Hot as fuck man, please continue

 

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Chapter 4: Going out

Standing outside my door I find a tall, broad-shouldered 6'2" man. He's got a classic jock build, with wide shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist. His muscles are well-defined, and he's not shy about showing them off. He's got short, blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a confident smirk that seems permanently etched on his face. He's wearing a tight, white t-shirt that clings to his chest, outlining every muscle, and a pair of jeans that hug his thighs and leave nothing to the imagination.

"It's pouring outside, let me in!" said the stranger as he was about to enter my home. I was frozen in place, my heart pounding in my chest, my body still slick with soap and water from my shower. He glanced down at my towel, finally realizing where he was: "You're not Cassie!" he exclaimed, a surprised look on his face. "I'm looking for my girlfriend's place, I must have the wrong apartment. She just moved in a week ago and I still can't remember the right apartment!" he said, laughing it off. "Must be the rain messing with my brain. Sorry to bother you, man."

I couldn't help but smile at the unexpected encounter. "No problem at all," I replied, "I believe her apartment is the one at the end of the hallway. I heard you guys move in last week and I was curious to meet you. I'm Diego, your neighbour." I extend my hand, greeting the tall, muscular stranger on my doorstep. He takes it, his grip firm and confident, his genuine smile.

"Jason," he says, returning the handshake. "Thanks for the help, man. I'm always getting lost in new places. By the way, it's her apartment, I live somewhere else. I don't know why I just said that.." Jason chuckled, running a hand through his short, blond hair, showing a bit of embarrassment "I should probably go. Nice to meet you man, and thanks for the help!"

As he walked away my eyes wandered to his muscular ass, barely contained by his tight jeans. I could stare at it for days. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I quickly closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. What was I doing? I had just met the guy and here I was, ogling him like some horny teenager. I needed to get a grip on myself. I couldn't go around lusting after straight guys, no matter how hot they were.

I decided to head back to my bedroom to grab some clothes and get dressed for the night. As I walked past the mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself and paused. My towel had slipped slightly, revealing more of my thighs and a small portion of my pubi hair. Fuck, I really hope he didn't see that. I quickly readjusted the towel, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I was normally more careful, but seeing Jason had thrown me off balance. I shook my head, trying to clear the lust-fueled fog from my mind.

I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt from the dresser and quickly got dressed for bed, preparing myself for another day's work. As I was about to turn off the light, my phone buzzed again. It was a text from Marcus.

MARCUS: Just finished my shift. Want to come over?

ME: I would love to, but I'm beat. Raincheck?

MARCUS: Sure thing. Sweet dreams, D.

ME: You too, baby.

I turned off the light, pulling the covers up to my chin. I sighed, my body still buzzing from the earlier encounter with Jason. There was something about him that just drew me in, despite knowing he was straight and taken.

Another week flew by, always with the same routine: classes, lunch, wrestling practices and going back home. Sometimes I had Marcus over for a hot, steamy session or I would just lust over Liam and his fat ass. My life seemed mundane and monotonous, but I knew I was living the life I wanted. I loved teaching and I loved my job. I just wished my sex life wasn't so...boring.

One Friday, I decided to treat myself to a nice dinner out. I had been looking forward to this all week, a chance to get out of the house, have some good food, and maybe, just maybe, meet someone new. I had dressed up, (as much as I could for someone who lives in sweats), and headed to a local restaurant known for its great food and live music.

The rain from last week had finally passed, leaving the air crisp and cool, perfect for a leisurely stroll. I walked past the usual bustling streets, the city alive with the hum of evening activity.

As I approached the restaurant, I saw the sign glowing warmly under the soft lights of the entrance. The dimly lit interior was filled with the low murmur of conversation and the sweet sound of a jazz quartet playing on stage. I stepped inside, the hostess greeting me with a smile.

"Welcome to The Jazz Cat! How many tonight?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room for available tables.

"Just one, please," I replied, running a hand through my hair and adjusting my collar. I felt a little underdressed compared to the other patrons, but I made do with what I had.

"Right this way," she said, leading me to a small table by the window, where I could see the streetlights casting a warm glow on the cobblestones outside. I thanked her and took a seat, picking up the menu to browse the offerings.

As I scanned the list of dishes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. I loved trying new things, and the menu here was filled with creative culinary delights.

As I perused the list, I caught a whiff of something enticing wafting from the kitchen. It was a combination of savory and sweet, making my mouth water. I smiled, looking forward to my meal.

The waiter approached, and I placed my order. "I'll have the seared scallops to start, followed by the herb-crusted lamb chops with a side of roasted root vegetables. And a glass of your house red wine, please."

The waiter nodded. "Excellent choices, sir. Your meal will be out shortly."

As he walked away, I noticed a group of people enter the restaurant.

Among them was a familiar face that sent a jolt of surprise through me. It was Jason, the tall, muscular stranger who had stumbled upon my apartment a week ago. But this time, he wasn't alone. He was with a beautiful woman - Cassie, I presumed. She was stunning, with long, wavy chestnut hair, warm brown eyes, and a figure that was both curvaceous and fit. She was dressed in a form-fitting dress that hugged her in all the right places, and her laughter filled the room as they approached the hostess.

I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to be caught staring.

The last thing I needed was for him to think I was some sort of creep. But my eyes betrayed me, darting back to the couple as they were being led to a table near the stage.

As they passed by my table, Jason caught my eye and recognition flashed across his face. He nudged Cassie, pointing in my direction, and she turned to look at me. My heart skipped a beat as she smiled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Diego, right?" Jason asked, stopping by my table. "From the other night?"

I nodded, returning his smile. "That's me. Hey, Jason. And you must be Cassie, right?" I said, standing up to greet them. "Nice to meet you."

Cassie smiled warmly, extending her hand. "Yes, that's me. And you must be Diego. Jason's told me about you and your little encounter"

I shook her hand, feeling a spark of jealousy, could it be? She was even more beautiful up close, "All good things, I hope."

Jason laughed, clapping me on the back. "Of course, man. You're a lifesaver. I'd have been standing out in the rain forever." he chuckled.

Cassie smiled at me with a strange smile, as if her eyes wanted to kill me right there at that moment. "Yes, thank you again for saving my lost puppy. I swear, sometimes he really doesn't listen to me! I must have told him at least a hundred times that my apartment was number 5!” she exclaimed. "I swear, he has the memory of a goldfish sometimes." She rolled her eyes playfully, but there was an underlying tension in her voice.

"I'm sure he just got a little turned around," I said, trying to smooth over the moment. "It happens to the best of us."

Cassie's smile faded slightly, and she turned her attention back to Jason. "Well, we should let you get back to your meal," she said. "It was nice meeting you, Diego."

"You too, Cassie," I replied.

"Enjoy your dinner."

As they walked away, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. On one hand, I was happy to have run into Jason again, and to finally meet Cassie. But on the other hand, there was something about her that put me on edge. She seemed tense, almost territorial, and her eyes had flashed with something other than friendliness when she looked at me.

I shook off the feeling and focused on my meal. The scallops were delicious, the lamb chops even better. I savored each bite, allowing the flavors to dance on my tongue.

The ambiance of the restaurant was perfect, the soft jazz music creating a soothing atmosphere that complemented the delicious food.

As I finished my meal, I ordered a glass of port wine to accompany my dessert. The waiter brought it promptly, and I took a sip, the sweet liquid sliding down my throat.

As I was about to take another sip, I felt a presence beside me. I looked up to see the bass player of the jazz band standing there, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, looking around the room nervously.

I smiled and gestured to the empty seat across from me. "Of course not. Please, have a seat." I said, returning his smile. He sat down, and the waiter appeared almost instantly, asking him if he'd like a drink.

"Just water, please," he said, his eyes scanning the room. He turned back to me, extending his hand. "I'm Frank, by the way. I play bass in the band."

"Diego. Nice to meet you, Frank. You guys are great, by the way. I've really been enjoying the music tonight."

Frank smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Thank you. We try our best.” Frank's smile was genuine, and it was hard not to be drawn in by his charm. "Thanks, man. We love playing here. The atmosphere is always great."

The waiter returned with Frank's water, and he took a sip, his eyes never leaving mine. "So, Diego, what brings you to The Jazz Cat tonight?"

I shrugged, taking another sip of my port. "Just wanted to get out, have some good food, and enjoy some live music. I've been cooped up all week with work, so this was a nice change of pace."

Frank nodded in understanding. "I get that. Work can be a real drag sometimes," Frank said, taking another sip of his water. "Especially when you're cooped up inside all day. I usually find that music helps me unwind. What do you do for work, if you don't mind me asking?"

I smiled, leaning back in my chair. "I'm a high school wrestling coach and a Spanish teacher. I've been at it for a few years now, and I love it. There's something about molding young minds and bodies that's incredibly rewarding."

Frank's eyes lit up. "That's awesome, man. I've always admired teachers. My mom was one, you know? She's retired now, but she dedicated her life to it." Frank takes another sip of his water, his eyes reflecting a deep appreciation for his mother's profession. "She always told me that teaching is one of the most important jobs in the world. She's right, you know?"

I nod, warming to the genuine admiration in Frank's voice. "Totally agree with you there. Teaching might not get the glory that some other professions do, but it's truly a noble calling. It's all about making a difference in someone's life, shaping the future, you know?"

Frank grins, setting his water glass back down on the table. "Exactly. My mom always used to say that teachers are like gardeners. They plant the seeds, water them, and nurture them until they grow into strong, beautiful plants. And just like that, they guide their students to grow into strong, capable individuals." Frank takes another sip of his water, his eyes reflecting a deep-seated admiration for the profession. "It's really inspiring, you know?"

I smile warmly, touched by Frank's heartfelt words. "It is, but enough about me. Tell me a bit more about you. How long have you been playing the bass?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Frank's face lit up. "Almost as long as I can remember. My dad played, and he got me started when I was just a kid. I've been playing ever since."

"That's amazing. It's clear you're passionate about it."

Frank nodded. "I love it. There's something about the feel of a bass in my hands, the way the music vibrates through my body... it's like nothing else in the world."

I could see the passion in his eyes, and I felt a stirring of desire.

I wanted to know more about him, about his life, his dreams. But there was something else there, something primal and raw. I could feel the tension between us, like a live wire just waiting to snap.

"You're really something, you know that?" Frank said, his voice low and husky. "Not many people I meet are as genuine as you are, talking to someone they just met."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "Thank you, Frank. That means a lot."

Frank reached across the table, his fingers brushing against mine. "This is going to be the last set of the evening, I really do hope you stay." Frank said, his voice barely a whisper, his hand still on mine.

I could feel the heat radiating from his touch, my heart pounding in my chest. He went back to the stage and with the band started to play a slow, sultry song. I looked into Frank's eyes and saw the same desire reflected back at me.

As I was leaning in the moment, I almost didn't hear the screams coming from two tables over. Two people were arguing, one of them trying to keep their voice down, the other one was starting to yell.

I turned my attention to the source of the commotion and saw Jason and Cassie, their faces flushed with anger.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Jason hissed, his voice barely audible over the music. Cassie crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes flashing with anger. "I thought this was our special night. But no, you're too busy flirting with that fucking waitress to even notice me!"

Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You're so fucking paranoid, Cassie. I told you, I don't even know her. There's nothing going on between us."

Cassie's eyes narrowed, her voice rising with her anger. "I don't believe you, Jason. I've seen the way you look at her. And now you're out here, on a fucking date with me, pretending like nothing's going on?"

Jason's face turned red with frustration, his voice low and harsh. "Fucking stop it, Cassie. You're making a scene. I told you, nothing's going on.

You're overreacting, as always." Jason's voice was low and harsh, but I could hear the underlying frustration and anger.

Cassie stood up abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Don't you dare patronize me, Jason. I know what I saw, and I know what I feel. You're not fooling anyone." She pushed her chair back roughly, causing it to topple over with a crash. "I'm leaving. You can sleep at your place tonight."

With that, Cassie stormed off, leaving Jason looking dumbfounded and embarrassed in her wake. The restaurant went silent for a moment, everyone staring at the spectacle that had just unfolded.

I looked over at Frank, who seemed equally shocked. He caught my eye and gave me a small shrug, as if to say, "What can you do?"

After a moment, the band started playing again, trying to break the tension. But Jason was still sitting there, looking like he didn't know what to do.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Despite the anger and frustration I had witnessed between them, there was clearly something real there. I pushed my chair back and walked over to Jason's table. His eyes met mine, and I could see the pain and confusion in them.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked softly, pulling up a chair to sit next to him. He looked up at me, his expression a mix of gratitude and humiliation.

"I'm sorry about that," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I had no idea she was going to cause a scene like that."

I put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, man.

She's just upset," I said, trying to reassure him. "Women can be... complicated sometimes."

Jason sighed, leaning his elbows on the table and burying his face in his hands. "Complicated is one word for it," he muttered. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing wrong here, man. I love her, I really do. But she's always so... jealous. She accuses me of looking at other women, flirting with them, even when I'm just being friendly."

I listened intently, nodding encouragingly. "I get it, man.

Relationships are tough. But sometimes, it just takes a little understanding and communication," I said, trying to offer some wisdom.

Jason looked up at me, his blue eyes reflecting the soft light of the jazz lounge. "I've tried talking to her, Diego. But it's like she doesn't even listen. She just sees what she wants to see, and then she blows everything out of proportion."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "That sucks, man. But you gotta keep trying. Communication is key in any relationship."

Jason nodded, but his expression was still troubled. "Yeah, you're right. I just...

I don't know what to do anymore." He rubbed his temples, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

I placed my hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. You'll figure something out. Just don't give up on her yet."

Jason looked at me, his eyes filled with gratitude. I really appreciate it."

I smiled back at him, then let my hand linger on his thigh for a moment longer than necessary. He looked at my hand on his thigh and then at me and sprinted out from his chair. "I better go, tomorrow is a long day" he said, a bit flustered. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just need to clear my head. Thanks again, Diego. You're a good friend." Jason stood up abruptly and left the table. I watched him walk away, his broad shoulders tense and his back stiff. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him.

I sighed, finishing the rest of my port wine, before heading out to the bar. The band was packing up, and Frank was putting his bass in its case. I walked over to him, my heart still pounding from our earlier encounter.

"Hey, Frank.Ready to head out?" I asked, walking over to where he was packing up his bass. He looked up at me, his eyes softening at the sight of me.

"Almost. Just need to make sure everything's packed up right," he replied, his voice low and sultry. "Are you waiting for me, Diego?"

I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest. "I was thinking maybe we could head back to my place. I've got a bottle of wine we could finish," I suggested, my voice barely above a whisper.

p.s. Part 2 coming soon!

 

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Going out: part 2

Frank's eyes darkened, his lips curling into a seductive smirk.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. He finished packing up his bass, slinging the case over his shoulder. "Lead the way, Diego."

I felt a rush of heat as we stepped out into the cool night air. The streets were mostly empty, the city quiet at this late hour. We continued chatting along the way, he told me about moving here from Italy and his dreams.

His voice was an Italian accent that made my body tingle. When we got to my place, I unlocked the door and invited him in.

As soon as we closed the door behind us, he pushed me against it, his mouth crashing onto mine. I could feel his desire, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my body aching for his.

He tasted like wine and sin, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming my body. He grabbed my ass, pulling me against him, his cock throbbing against me. I moaned into his mouth, my own cock hardening at his touch.

He ground his hips against mine, his hard-on pressing insistently against my thigh. I could feel the heat of him through my jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.

Frank unbuttoned my shirt, his fingers brushing against my chest as he pushed the fabric aside. I shivered at his touch, my nipples hardening under his gaze. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently. I gasped, my head falling back against the door.

"Fuck, that feels good," I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He sucked harder, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure down to my cock. I could feel a wet spot growing in my jeans, my pre-cum leaking out at the thought of what was to come.

Frank pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Ti voglio tutto per me, Diego (I want all of you, Diego)," he growled. He kissed his way down my chest, his hands unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang free, hard and ready, precum dripping from the tip.

Frank looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine as he licked his lips. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered before taking me into his mouth.

The sensation was almost overwhelming. His hot, wet mouth engulfed me, and I could feel the vibrations of his moans all the way up my shaft. He sucked me hard, taking me deeper and deeper, until his nose was pressed against the skin of my belly. I threw my head back, my hips bucking as he took me to the back of his throat.

"Fuck, Frank, yes," I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He sucked harder, his teeth grazing my shaft, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing in anticipation.

Frank pulled back suddenly, his lips glistening with saliva and precum. He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice a low growl. "Adesso tocca a me (Now it's my turn)" He kissed me and whispered in my ear "Take me to the bedroom".

I led him to my bedroom, a dimly lit room with a large king-size bed in the center. I turned around to face him, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Frank pushed me gently onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress. First, he removed his shirt, revealing his toned torso and muscular shoulders. I watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them down his legs, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that did little to hide his impressive bulge.

I swallowed hard, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

He was fucking gorgeous, all defined muscles and smooth, tanned skin. I could see the outline of his thick cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I ached to free it, to take it in my mouth and taste him.

Frank stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I reached out, trailing a finger down his chest, tracing the line of his abs. "You're so fucking sexy, Frank," I murmured. I trace with my finger the outline of his big Italian cock, trapped in his underwear.

I circle around the tip, feeling it getting bigger and harder under my gentle touch.

"You see that Diego, how much I want you?" whispers Frank, his voice thick with lust.

I nod, seductively biting my lower lip. I want to taste him, to feel him inside me.

Frank pulls his boxers down, freeing his massive cock. I gasp as it springs out, thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening on the tip. I lick my lips, eager to taste it.

"You're so big, Frank," I whisper, my eyes wide with anticipation.

"I want to taste you."

Frank groans, his cock twitching at my words. "Fuck, yeah," he growls. "Get that pretty mouth around my cock, Diego. Prendilo tutto in bocca (take it all in your mouth)"

I don't need to be told twice. I scoot down the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I reach out, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. It's thick and hard, the skin hot and smooth. I stroke him slowly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, smearing the precum that's leaking from it.

Frank groans, his hips bucking into my hand.

"Fuck, that feels good," he breathes, his voice ragged with desire.

Frank groans, his hips bucking forward, his cockhead pressing against my lips. I take him in slowly, inch by inch, my lips stretching around his girth. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I relax, allowing him to slide deeper.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible, Diego," Frank groans, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Take it all, baby. All the way."

I swallow around his cock, the vibrations causing him to groan even louder. I can feel him getting bigger, harder, as I take him deeper.

I relax my throat, letting him fuck my face, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.

"Fuck, Diego, you're so fucking good at this," Frank groans, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking my mouth hard and deep. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his balls tightening.

"I'm gonna come, baby," he warns, his breath coming in short gasps. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

I look up at him, my eyes watering from the intensity, and nod eagerly.

I want to taste his come, to swallow every last drop. Frank groans, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he thrusts one last time, and then he's coming, his hot, salty come filling my mouth. I swallow quickly, my throat working to take every drop. Frank's hips buck wildly as he rides out his orgasm, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

Finally, he pulls back, his cock slipping from between my lips. I lick my lips, tasting his come, and smile up at him. "Fuck, that was hot," I say, my voice hoarse from the intensity.

Frank grins, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. "You're telling me. You suck cock like a fucking pro, Diego."

I smile, licking my lips to savor the last remnants of his come. "I aim to please," I say, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

Frank reaches down and grabs my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "You please the fuck out of me, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting his own come on my lips.

I can feel his cock starting to harden again against my thigh. "Are you ready to take it all?"

Frank asked, his voice gruff with desire. I nodded eagerly, my body aching for him. He grabbed my waist and turned me around, pressing my face into the pillow. I felt the cool air on my ass as he spread my cheeks apart, revealing my most intimate part. "Fuck, Diego. You have the most perfect fucking ass I've ever seen," Frank murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers teased my entrance, circling and pressing gently. I moaned and pushed back against him, wanting more. "Please, Frank," I begged. "I need you inside me." Frank chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. "Patience, baby.

I want to taste you first," Frank whispered, his voice like velvet. His tongue snaked out, licking a long, wet strip up my crack, making me shiver with anticipation. I moaned into the pillow, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.

Frank groaned, his hands gripping my ass cheeks tighter as he dove in, his tongue flicking against my hole. He licked and nibbled, driving me crazy with desire. I could feel a line of sweat dripping down my spine, my body writhing under his ministrations.

"Fuck, Frank. That feels so good," I gasped, pushing back against him, wanting more.

Frank obliged, his tongue delving deeper into my hole, fucking me with it like it was his cock. I could feel my prostate tingling, my cock throbbing with need. Frank pulled back suddenly, and I whimpered in protest.

"Not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He stood up, and I heard him tear open a packet. I turned to see him rolling a condom down his thick cock, which was already hard again. He crawled back onto the bed, pushing my legs wider apart. I felt the cool lube hit my ass, followed by his slick fingers.

He worked two digits into me, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I bit down on the pillow, trying to stifle my moans, but they escaped anyway, muffled and desperate.

"You're so fucking tight, Diego," Frank groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel your ass wrapped around my cock."

His words sent another surge of heat through me, my cock aching with need. I pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more.

"You ready for me, baby?" Frank asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'm ready."

Frank positioned himself behind me, his thick cockhead nudging against my entrance. He gripped my hips, his fingers tightening as he slowly pushed inside me. I felt my body stretching to accommodate him, the burn of his entrance sending shivers down my spine.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Frank groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Relax, baby. Respira (Breathe through it.)"

I took a deep breath, focusing on relaxing my body as Frank continued to push inside me. Inch by inch, he filled me, my body aching with the sheer size of him.

I could feel every ridge, every vein as he slid deeper, stretching me wider than I had ever been before. The burn was intense, but I welcomed it, pushing back against him, wanting more.

"Fuck, Diego, you feel incredible," Frank groaned, his hips moving slowly, giving me time to adjust. "You're so fucking tight, it's driving me crazy."

I moaned into the pillow, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside me. The burn was subsiding, replaced by a deep, aching need.

"More," I begged.

"Fuck me harder, Frank. Please."

Frank let out a low growl, and I felt his hips pick up speed, his cock pounding into me with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and Frank's grunts.

"That's it, baby," Frank said, his voice rough with desire. "Vuoi il mio cazzone eh, puttanella? (You want my big cock like a good little slut)."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. I wanted more, needed more. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't take anymore.

I wanted to feel him deep inside me, filling me completely. I pushed back harder, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, my voice ragged with pleasure. "Fuck me, Frank. Fuck my tight little ass."

Frank's hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up the pace. "God, you're so fucking sexy, Diego," he groaned. "Your ass is like a fucking glove around my cock. So fucking tight and hot."

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, the sensation driving me wild.

Every time he pulled back, I pushed back, wanting more, needing to feel him deeper inside me. "Fuck, yeah, Frank. Right there. Right fucking there," I moaned, my voice barely recognizable as the pleasure built inside me.

Frank's breathing grew more ragged, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me with abandon. "Fuck, yeah, baby. You're so fucking tight. Your ass feels better than anything I've ever had," he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine.

He shifted his angle, and I felt his cockhead rub against my prostate, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

I cried out, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "Right there, Frank! Oh fuck, right there!"

Frank chuckled, a sexy, low sound that vibrated through me. "You like that, don't you, baby? You like feeling my big cock rubbing against your sweet spot?"

I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck yes, Frank. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Frank's pace quickened, his cock slamming into me with force, hitting my prostate with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're so responsive, baby. You love it when I hit that spot, don't you?" he growled, his voice laced with lust.

"Yes, Frank! Fuck yes!" I cried out, my body writhing with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel your ass clench around my cock when you come." Frank's voice was a low, sexy growl, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt my body tensing, my orgasm building with each powerful thrust. My cock was rock hard, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets beneath me. I could feel the pressure building, my balls drawing up tight. Frank's cock hit my prostate again, and I saw stars.

"Fuck, Frank! Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" I gasped, my body convulsing as pleasure ripped through me. My cock erupted, my come spurting out in thick ropes, coating the bed sheets beneath me. Frank grunted, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you love it."

His praise drove me over the edge, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I felt Frank's hand grip my cock, his strong fingers milking me as my body shook with the force of my orgasm. I could feel my come spurting out, coating his hand and the sheets beneath me.

Frank groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. Frank groaned, his hips thrusting faster, his cock swelling inside me.

"Fuck, Frank, I can feel you getting bigger. I want you to come inside me. Fill my ass with your hot cum," I begged, pushing back against him, wanting more.

Frank let out a low, primal growl, his fingers tightening on my hips. "Fuck, baby, I'm close. I'm gonna come inside that tight little ass of yours. You ready to take my load?"

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Frank. I want it.

Give it to me, Frank. Fuck me hard and come inside me."

Frank's grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my flesh as he drove into me with all his might.

"Fucking take it, Diego. Take every fucking inch of my cock."

His voice was a low growl, primal and raw with desire. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. God, yes. Give it to me. I want it all."

My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Frank's cock was like a piston, driving in and out of me with relentless force. I could feel every inch of him, could taste the saltiness of his sweat as it dripped onto me. His grunts and groans filled the room, a symphony of primal lust that matched the rhythm of his hips. "Your ass is so fucking tight," Frank growled, his voice hoarse with exertion. "It's like a goddamn vice, squeezing the shit out of my cock. Fucking perfect."

His dirty talk sent shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I could feel my muscles clenching around him, milking his cock, driving him crazy with pleasure. "That's it, baby," I panted. "Give it to me. Fuck my ass like a dirty little slut."

Frank's hips picked up speed, slamming into me with brutal force. "Fuck, yes," he growled. "You love it, don't you? You love feeling my big cock stretching your tight little hole, don't you?"

"Yes!" I cried out. "I fucking love it, Frank. I'm your dirty little whore, and I want you to use me." With some final thrusts, I felt him explode inside me, his hot cum filling his condom.

He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I could feel his cock slowly losing its firmness, softening as it slid out of me. I moaned in disappointment, feeling him leave me.

" Fuck, that was amazing," Frank said, rolling off of me and onto his back. He looked at me, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are something else, Diego."

I turned onto my side, propping my head up with one hand.

"You're not so bad yourself, Frank. That was fucking incredible."

Frank chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm glad you thought so, baby. You were amazing too. Your ass... fucking heaven."

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had never felt so used, so filled, and it was incredible.

I reached out, tracing the lines of Frank's chest with my fingers. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've done that. It's been... a while. I'm usually more of a giver, if you know what I mean."

I said, running my fingers through Frank's chest hair, admiring his toned body.

Frank chuckled and reached for me, pulling my body onto his. "Well, maybe you need to switch things up a bit more ofter," he said, his voice low and husky. "You took my big cock like a champ."

Frank said, his fingers tracing the lines of my body, lingering on the tender, bruised spots where he had marked me.

I shivered, my body still humming with sensation. "I fucking loved it. Your cock stretching me, filling me up... it was everything."

Frank's eyes darkened, his hand sliding down my body, wrapping around my cock and squeezing gently. "You're fucking hard again, aren't you? You want more, don't you?"

I moaned, pushing into his palm. "Yes, please. I want more," I whispered, my cock already hard and ready for round two. Frank's eyes gleamed with lust, his fingers tightening around my shaft. He rolled me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs, his mouth crashing onto mine. I could taste my own come on his lips, his tongue exploring my mouth with hungry desperation.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my hips bucking up to meet his. Frank ground his hips against mine, his hard cock rubbing against my sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"Fuck, I love how eager you are," Frank groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Let's move this to the shower, shall we?" he proposed, lifting himself up.

 

[michaelnola]

Awesome man---please give us more...

 

[heavy weather]

Going out: part 2

Frank's eyes darkened, his lips curling into a seductive smirk.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. He finished packing up his bass, slinging the case over his shoulder. "Lead the way, Diego."

I felt a rush of heat as we stepped out into the cool night air. The streets were mostly empty, the city quiet at this late hour. We continued chatting along the way, he told me about moving here from Italy and his dreams.

His voice was an Italian accent that made my body tingle. When we got to my place, I unlocked the door and invited him in.

As soon as we closed the door behind us, he pushed me against it, his mouth crashing onto mine. I could feel his desire, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my body aching for his.

He tasted like wine and sin, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming my body. He grabbed my ass, pulling me against him, his cock throbbing against me. I moaned into his mouth, my own cock hardening at his touch.

He ground his hips against mine, his hard-on pressing insistently against my thigh. I could feel the heat of him through my jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me.

Frank unbuttoned my shirt, his fingers brushing against my chest as he pushed the fabric aside. I shivered at his touch, my nipples hardening under his gaze. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently. I gasped, my head falling back against the door.

"Fuck, that feels good," I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He sucked harder, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure down to my cock. I could feel a wet spot growing in my jeans, my pre-cum leaking out at the thought of what was to come.

Frank pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Ti voglio tutto per me, Diego (I want all of you, Diego)," he growled. He kissed his way down my chest, his hands unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang free, hard and ready, precum dripping from the tip.

Frank looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine as he licked his lips. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered before taking me into his mouth.

The sensation was almost overwhelming. His hot, wet mouth engulfed me, and I could feel the vibrations of his moans all the way up my shaft. He sucked me hard, taking me deeper and deeper, until his nose was pressed against the skin of my belly. I threw my head back, my hips bucking as he took me to the back of his throat.

"Fuck, Frank, yes," I groaned, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He sucked harder, his teeth grazing my shaft, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing in anticipation.

Frank pulled back suddenly, his lips glistening with saliva and precum. He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice a low growl. "Adesso tocca a me (Now it's my turn)" He kissed me and whispered in my ear "Take me to the bedroom".

I led him to my bedroom, a dimly lit room with a large king-size bed in the center. I turned around to face him, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Frank pushed me gently onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undress. First, he removed his shirt, revealing his toned torso and muscular shoulders. I watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them down his legs, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that did little to hide his impressive bulge.

I swallowed hard, my mouth watering at the sight of him.

He was fucking gorgeous, all defined muscles and smooth, tanned skin. I could see the outline of his thick cock straining against his boxer briefs, and I ached to free it, to take it in my mouth and taste him.

Frank stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. I reached out, trailing a finger down his chest, tracing the line of his abs. "You're so fucking sexy, Frank," I murmured. I trace with my finger the outline of his big Italian cock, trapped in his underwear.

I circle around the tip, feeling it getting bigger and harder under my gentle touch.

"You see that Diego, how much I want you?" whispers Frank, his voice thick with lust.

I nod, seductively biting my lower lip. I want to taste him, to feel him inside me.

Frank pulls his boxers down, freeing his massive cock. I gasp as it springs out, thick and hard, a bead of precum glistening on the tip. I lick my lips, eager to taste it.

"You're so big, Frank," I whisper, my eyes wide with anticipation.

"I want to taste you."

Frank groans, his cock twitching at my words. "Fuck, yeah," he growls. "Get that pretty mouth around my cock, Diego. Prendilo tutto in bocca (take it all in your mouth)"

I don't need to be told twice. I scoot down the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I reach out, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. It's thick and hard, the skin hot and smooth. I stroke him slowly, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, smearing the precum that's leaking from it.

Frank groans, his hips bucking into my hand.

"Fuck, that feels good," he breathes, his voice ragged with desire.

Frank groans, his hips bucking forward, his cockhead pressing against my lips. I take him in slowly, inch by inch, my lips stretching around his girth. I can feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I relax, allowing him to slide deeper.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible, Diego," Frank groans, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Take it all, baby. All the way."

I swallow around his cock, the vibrations causing him to groan even louder. I can feel him getting bigger, harder, as I take him deeper.

I relax my throat, letting him fuck my face, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.

"Fuck, Diego, you're so fucking good at this," Frank groans, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking my mouth hard and deep. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his balls tightening.

"I'm gonna come, baby," he warns, his breath coming in short gasps. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

I look up at him, my eyes watering from the intensity, and nod eagerly.

I want to taste his come, to swallow every last drop. Frank groans, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he thrusts one last time, and then he's coming, his hot, salty come filling my mouth. I swallow quickly, my throat working to take every drop. Frank's hips buck wildly as he rides out his orgasm, his cock throbbing in my mouth.

Finally, he pulls back, his cock slipping from between my lips. I lick my lips, tasting his come, and smile up at him. "Fuck, that was hot," I say, my voice hoarse from the intensity.

Frank grins, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. "You're telling me. You suck cock like a fucking pro, Diego."

I smile, licking my lips to savor the last remnants of his come. "I aim to please," I say, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

Frank reaches down and grabs my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. "You please the fuck out of me, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. He leans down and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting his own come on my lips.

I can feel his cock starting to harden again against my thigh. "Are you ready to take it all?"

Frank asked, his voice gruff with desire. I nodded eagerly, my body aching for him. He grabbed my waist and turned me around, pressing my face into the pillow. I felt the cool air on my ass as he spread my cheeks apart, revealing my most intimate part. "Fuck, Diego. You have the most perfect fucking ass I've ever seen," Frank murmured, his voice thick with desire. His fingers teased my entrance, circling and pressing gently. I moaned and pushed back against him, wanting more. "Please, Frank," I begged. "I need you inside me." Frank chuckled, his breath hot against my skin. "Patience, baby.

I want to taste you first," Frank whispered, his voice like velvet. His tongue snaked out, licking a long, wet strip up my crack, making me shiver with anticipation. I moaned into the pillow, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.

Frank groaned, his hands gripping my ass cheeks tighter as he dove in, his tongue flicking against my hole. He licked and nibbled, driving me crazy with desire. I could feel a line of sweat dripping down my spine, my body writhing under his ministrations.

"Fuck, Frank. That feels so good," I gasped, pushing back against him, wanting more.

Frank obliged, his tongue delving deeper into my hole, fucking me with it like it was his cock. I could feel my prostate tingling, my cock throbbing with need. Frank pulled back suddenly, and I whimpered in protest.

"Not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He stood up, and I heard him tear open a packet. I turned to see him rolling a condom down his thick cock, which was already hard again. He crawled back onto the bed, pushing my legs wider apart. I felt the cool lube hit my ass, followed by his slick fingers.

He worked two digits into me, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come. I bit down on the pillow, trying to stifle my moans, but they escaped anyway, muffled and desperate.

"You're so fucking tight, Diego," Frank groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel your ass wrapped around my cock."

His words sent another surge of heat through me, my cock aching with need. I pushed back against him, wanting more, needing more.

"You ready for me, baby?" Frank asked, his voice a low growl.

"Yes," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'm ready."

Frank positioned himself behind me, his thick cockhead nudging against my entrance. He gripped my hips, his fingers tightening as he slowly pushed inside me. I felt my body stretching to accommodate him, the burn of his entrance sending shivers down my spine.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Frank groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Relax, baby. Respira (Breathe through it.)"

I took a deep breath, focusing on relaxing my body as Frank continued to push inside me. Inch by inch, he filled me, my body aching with the sheer size of him.

I could feel every ridge, every vein as he slid deeper, stretching me wider than I had ever been before. The burn was intense, but I welcomed it, pushing back against him, wanting more.

"Fuck, Diego, you feel incredible," Frank groaned, his hips moving slowly, giving me time to adjust. "You're so fucking tight, it's driving me crazy."

I moaned into the pillow, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside me. The burn was subsiding, replaced by a deep, aching need.

"More," I begged.

"Fuck me harder, Frank. Please."

Frank let out a low growl, and I felt his hips pick up speed, his cock pounding into me with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and Frank's grunts.

"That's it, baby," Frank said, his voice rough with desire. "Vuoi il mio cazzone eh, puttanella? (You want my big cock like a good little slut)."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. I wanted more, needed more. I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't take anymore.

I wanted to feel him deep inside me, filling me completely. I pushed back harder, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, my voice ragged with pleasure. "Fuck me, Frank. Fuck my tight little ass."

Frank's hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he picked up the pace. "God, you're so fucking sexy, Diego," he groaned. "Your ass is like a fucking glove around my cock. So fucking tight and hot."

I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, the sensation driving me wild.

Every time he pulled back, I pushed back, wanting more, needing to feel him deeper inside me. "Fuck, yeah, Frank. Right there. Right fucking there," I moaned, my voice barely recognizable as the pleasure built inside me.

Frank's breathing grew more ragged, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me with abandon. "Fuck, yeah, baby. You're so fucking tight. Your ass feels better than anything I've ever had," he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine.

He shifted his angle, and I felt his cockhead rub against my prostate, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

I cried out, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts. "Right there, Frank! Oh fuck, right there!"

Frank chuckled, a sexy, low sound that vibrated through me. "You like that, don't you, baby? You like feeling my big cock rubbing against your sweet spot?"

I nodded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck yes, Frank. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

Frank's pace quickened, his cock slamming into me with force, hitting my prostate with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're so responsive, baby. You love it when I hit that spot, don't you?" he growled, his voice laced with lust.

"Yes, Frank! Fuck yes!" I cried out, my body writhing with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

"That's it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel your ass clench around my cock when you come." Frank's voice was a low, sexy growl, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt my body tensing, my orgasm building with each powerful thrust. My cock was rock hard, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets beneath me. I could feel the pressure building, my balls drawing up tight. Frank's cock hit my prostate again, and I saw stars.

"Fuck, Frank! Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" I gasped, my body convulsing as pleasure ripped through me. My cock erupted, my come spurting out in thick ropes, coating the bed sheets beneath me. Frank grunted, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. Come all over my cock. Show me how much you love it."

His praise drove me over the edge, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I felt Frank's hand grip my cock, his strong fingers milking me as my body shook with the force of my orgasm. I could feel my come spurting out, coating his hand and the sheets beneath me.

Frank groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. Frank groaned, his hips thrusting faster, his cock swelling inside me.

"Fuck, Frank, I can feel you getting bigger. I want you to come inside me. Fill my ass with your hot cum," I begged, pushing back against him, wanting more.

Frank let out a low, primal growl, his fingers tightening on my hips. "Fuck, baby, I'm close. I'm gonna come inside that tight little ass of yours. You ready to take my load?"

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Frank. I want it.

Give it to me, Frank. Fuck me hard and come inside me."

Frank's grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my flesh as he drove into me with all his might.

"Fucking take it, Diego. Take every fucking inch of my cock."

His voice was a low growl, primal and raw with desire. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. God, yes. Give it to me. I want it all."

My body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Frank's cock was like a piston, driving in and out of me with relentless force. I could feel every inch of him, could taste the saltiness of his sweat as it dripped onto me. His grunts and groans filled the room, a symphony of primal lust that matched the rhythm of his hips. "Your ass is so fucking tight," Frank growled, his voice hoarse with exertion. "It's like a goddamn vice, squeezing the shit out of my cock. Fucking perfect."

His dirty talk sent shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I could feel my muscles clenching around him, milking his cock, driving him crazy with pleasure. "That's it, baby," I panted. "Give it to me. Fuck my ass like a dirty little slut."

Frank's hips picked up speed, slamming into me with brutal force. "Fuck, yes," he growled. "You love it, don't you? You love feeling my big cock stretching your tight little hole, don't you?"

"Yes!" I cried out. "I fucking love it, Frank. I'm your dirty little whore, and I want you to use me." With some final thrusts, I felt him explode inside me, his hot cum filling his condom.

He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I could feel his cock slowly losing its firmness, softening as it slid out of me. I moaned in disappointment, feeling him leave me.

" Fuck, that was amazing," Frank said, rolling off of me and onto his back. He looked at me, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are something else, Diego."

I turned onto my side, propping my head up with one hand.

"You're not so bad yourself, Frank. That was fucking incredible."

Frank chuckled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm glad you thought so, baby. You were amazing too. Your ass... fucking heaven."

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had never felt so used, so filled, and it was incredible.

I reached out, tracing the lines of Frank's chest with my fingers. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've done that. It's been... a while. I'm usually more of a giver, if you know what I mean."

I said, running my fingers through Frank's chest hair, admiring his toned body.

Frank chuckled and reached for me, pulling my body onto his. "Well, maybe you need to switch things up a bit more ofter," he said, his voice low and husky. "You took my big cock like a champ."

Frank said, his fingers tracing the lines of my body, lingering on the tender, bruised spots where he had marked me.

I shivered, my body still humming with sensation. "I fucking loved it. Your cock stretching me, filling me up... it was everything."

Frank's eyes darkened, his hand sliding down my body, wrapping around my cock and squeezing gently. "You're fucking hard again, aren't you? You want more, don't you?"

I moaned, pushing into his palm. "Yes, please. I want more," I whispered, my cock already hard and ready for round two. Frank's eyes gleamed with lust, his fingers tightening around my shaft. He rolled me onto my back and positioned himself between my legs, his mouth crashing onto mine. I could taste my own come on his lips, his tongue exploring my mouth with hungry desperation.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my hips bucking up to meet his. Frank ground his hips against mine, his hard cock rubbing against my sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

"Fuck, I love how eager you are," Frank groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Let's move this to the shower, shall we?" he proposed, lifting himself up.

Really superb erotic fiction. I can’t wait to see what you have in mind with the Jason thread.

 

[n0thum4n]

Going out: part 3

"Let's get wet and dirty together."

I nodded, eager to feel his body against mine under the hot water. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding with desire.

The bathroom was dimly lit, but I could make out the large, open shower stall in the corner. I turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. We stepped under the spray, the hot water cascading over our bodies, washing away the remnants of our first encounter.

Frank turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire.

He grabbed my ass with both hands, lifting me up and pressing me against the cold tile wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my cock rubbing against his belly. He ground his hips up against me, his cock hard and ready again.

"Fuck, you're insatiable," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I love it."

I grinned, biting my lower lip and rolling my hips against him. "You haven't seen anything yet, big boy. I'm just getting started."

Frank chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh yeah? Prove it," Frank challenged, his lips curling into a smirk. He reached down between us, his fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me slowly. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand, my cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against my belly. I wanted him inside me again, wanted to feel him filling me up. "I need you inside me again," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. Frank's eyes darkened, his grip on my cock tightening. "You want my cock in your ass again, baby?

Is that what you need?" I nodded eagerly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, fuck yes. I need you inside me, Frank. I need your big cock filling me up."

Frank groaned, his eyes never leaving mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the head of his cock, already slick with lube, pressing against me.

Frank grabbed my hips, positioning me exactly how he wanted me. His cockhead nudged against my entrance, slowly pushing inside. I moaned, my body stretching to accommodate him once again. "Fuck, you're so tight," Frank groaned, his voice thick with desire.

"I can't wait to feel you clench around me again, baby."

I gripped the tiles behind me, my knuckles turning white as I braced myself for his entry. He pushed in slowly, his cockhead stretching me wide. I bit my lip, my breath coming in short gasps as I adjusted to his size.

"Fuck, yeah," I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed as I felt him slide deeper, inch by agonizing inch. "Take your time, Frank.

I want to feel every inch of you again," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. Frank's eyes blazed with desire as he watched his cock disappear inside me. He was taking his time, savoring the sensation of my ass stretching around him. I could feel the heat of his body, the tightness of his muscles as he pushed deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, Diego," Frank groaned, his voice ragged with lust.

He grabbed my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed deeper, his cock filling me completely.

I moaned, my head falling back against the tile, my eyes rolling back in my head.

"Fuck, yes. All of it," I begged, my body aching for more.

Frank grinned, his eyes dark with desire as he began to move. He started slow, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into me, his hard cock hitting my prostate with every thrust.

"You like that, don't you?

You like feeling my big cock filling your tight little ass, don't you?" Frank growled, his voice thick with lust.

He started fucking me harder and harder, being more assertive with each thrust.

The sound of our flesh slapping against each other filled the room, accompanied by our moans and grunts.

"Fuck, yes! Right there! Don't stop!!" I cried out, my voice echoing off the tile walls.

My body was on fire, my muscles tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Frank's cock was hitting my prostate with every thrust, sending electric jolts through my body. "Ti piace il mio cazzone, eh? (You want my big cock)" Frank growled, his voice a low rumble in my ear. He spit on his hand and reached between us, his fingers wrapping around my cock and stroking it, slicking it up with both lube and his saliva.

I moaned, my hips bucking against him as he stroked me, my cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. He lined himself up with my entrance again, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate him, the burn intense and delicious.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Diego," Frank groaned, his hips already moving, his cock sliding in and out of me with ease.

"Your ass feels so fucking good, baby." He picked up the pace, his hips slamming into me with more force, his cock hitting my prostate with every thrust. Frank grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock fucking my ass with more force. "Fucking take it, baby. I'm almost there".

Frank's voice was low and husky, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he pounded into me. His fingers worked my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, his hand slick with lube and pre-cum. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the small bathroom, accompanied by our moans and grunts.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me. Frank's cock was hitting my prostate, sending electric jolts of pleasure through my body. "Fuck, Frank, I'm close too," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper.

"Come on, baby.

Come with me," Frank urged, his voice a low, sexy growl. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight as Frank's fingers stroked my cock in time with his thrusts. I'm so close," I gasped, my body tensing with the intensity of the pleasure. "Let go for me. Show me how much you love my cock in your ass," Frank commanded, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through me.

He slammed into me, his cock hitting my prostate with a force that sent shivers down my spine.

"Fuck, Frank, I'm close. Please let me come," I begged, my voice ragged with desire.

"Come on, baby. You want to come all over your fingers while I fuck your ass? You want to feel my big cock deep inside you while you shoot your load?" Frank growled, his fingers working my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

His words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing as my orgasm tore through me. I cried out, my hips bucking against his as my cock erupted, my come spurting out in thick ropes, coating my hand and the shower wall.

Frank groaned, his hips slamming into me as he chased his own release. "Fuck, yeah, that's it, baby. Milk my cock with that tight little ass of yours."

The sensation of my orgasm was amplified by the feeling of Frank's hard cock pounding into me, his hips moving with feral intensity. I felt my muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as he drove in and out of me with force.

Frank let out a low, primal growl, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me with abandon. "Fuck, I'm close, baby.

I'm gonna fill that tight little ass of yours with my hot cum. You ready for it?" He slammed into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and then stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside me.

"Oh God, yes," I moaned, my body convulsing as I felt his cock twitching and throbbing, ready to spill its load. "Fill me up, Frank. Give me your fucking cum."

Frank let out a deep, guttural groan as he came, his cock pulsing and spasming as he filled the condom with his hot seed.

I could feel the heat of his release, the throb of his cock as he emptied himself into me. He collapsed against me, his body slick with sweat and his breath ragged.

"Fuck, that was intense," Frank said, his voice heavy with satisfaction.

I couldn't agree more. My body was still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure, my legs shaking from the force of our fucking. I leaned against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my heart pounding in my chest.

Frank pulled out of me slowly, his cock slipping free with a soft pop.

He turned me around, his eyes dark with desire. We kissed for what felt like a lifetime.

His tongue explored my mouth, tasting and teasing. He grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against his body. "That was amazing" he said, pulling himself off of me.

"Let's get out of the shower" I said, turning the water off.

He nodded, my body still humming with pleasure. I watched as Frank stepped out of the shower, his body glistening with water droplets. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before extending his hand to help me out. I took it, my body still feeling the effects of our passionate encounter.

I led him to my bedroom, where he dried me off before pushing me gently onto the bed. I laid back, my body aching with pleasure, as Frank climbed on top of me, his mouth seeking mine.

Our tongues dueled in a passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs. I could still feel the remnants of our previous encounters, the taste of our combined juices on our skin and the lingering sensation of our mutual orgasms.

Frank broke our kiss, trailing his mouth down my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within me. He chuckled, his breath hot on my skin. "So fucking sensitive," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

He bit down gently on one nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through my body. I squirmed beneath him, my cock already hard and ready for more. Frank grinned, his eyes dark with lust as he made his way lower, kissing and nibbling every inch of my torso. He paused at my navel, dipping his tongue inside and swirling it around before moving lower still.

He spread my legs wider, his hands gripping my thighs as he settled between them. He looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine as he licked his lips. "Fuck, I love tasting you, Diego," he growled.

As we laid there, under the covers, hugging each other, we fell asleep.

 

[michaelnola]

Very hot ---damn

 

[n0thum4n]

Chapter 5: A new start - part 1

After that night with Frank, that's all Diego could think about. He couldn't get enough of the intense, passionate moments they shared. The morning after their hot passionate night, Diego wanted to go at it again but Frank was very cold all of a sudden. Diego noticed that he was checking his phone constantly, which seemed weird to him.

"Is everything okay?" Diego asked, his voice gentle and concerned. He sat up in bed, tucking the sheets around his waist as he looked at Frank.

Frank looked up from his phone, his eyes distant and troubled. "Yeah, everything's fine," he replied, but his voice lacked conviction. Diego raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Frank, what's going on? You've been on your phone all morning. Is there something you need to tell me?" Diego asked, his voice laced with concern.

He could see the tension in Frank's body, the way his jaw was set, the lines of worry etched into his forehead. Frank sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just...I don't usually do this. My boyfriend and I just had an argument before.."

"BOYFRIEND?" yelled Diego.

"You have a boyfriend? And you decided to fuck me last night? What the fuck, Frank?" He pushed himself up against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to cover his naked body. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his stomach was twisting with a combination of anger and hurt.

Frank looked up at him, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry, Diego. It's not what it seems. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just going through some stuff with him right now. We're on a break."

Diego scoffed. "A break? Seriously, Frank? You really expect me to believe that? You were all over me last night, and now you're telling me you're on a fucking break with your boyfriend? What kind of game are you playing here?" Diego was fuming, his body trembling with anger and betrayal. Frank looked down at his hands, avoiding Diego's gaze. "I know it sounds bad, but it's true. We've been having problems for a while now. We needed some space to figure things out." Diego snorted derisively. "And so you decided to fuck a stranger to make yourself feel better? Real classy, Frank. Real fucking classy." Diego threw his hands up, the sheet slipping down to reveal his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I can't believe I let myself get wrapped up in this. I should have known better. I should have seen this coming." He looked at Frank, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. "I can't believe you would do this to someone else, Frank. I thought we had something special last night. I thought you cared about me."

"I do care about you, Diego. I never meant to hurt you. What happened last night...it was just a moment of weakness. I didn't mean for it to go this far." Frank's voice was pleading, but Diego was having none of it. He stood up, the sheet falling to the floor, revealing his naked body. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Frank.

"A moment of weakness? Really, Frank? You think that's an excuse? You think that makes it okay for you to use me like that? To lie to me?" Frank looked up at him, his eyes filled with despair. "I know I screwed up, Diego. Please believe me." Diego's voice was cold and hard as he spoke, "I don't know what to believe, Frank. Last night you were all over me, telling me how much you wanted me, how much you needed me. And now you're telling me it was just a moment of weakness? That you have a boyfriend? That you're on a break? It sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me." Frank stood up from the bed, his body finally meeting Diego's gaze. "It's not bullshit, Diego. I swear. I never meant to lead you on. I'm so sorry," Frank said, his voice barely above a whisper. The pain and regret in his eyes seemed genuine, but Diego wasn't buying it. "Sorry isn't enough, Frank. I let you in, I let you touch me, I let you...fuck me," Diego said, his voice shaking with emotion. "And now you're telling me it was all a lie? That you have a boyfriend?"

Frank's eyes filled with tears, and he looked away. "I know it's not an excuse, but I'm going through a lot right now. My relationship with him is...complicated. We've been together for almost five years, but lately, things have been...strained." Frank's voice cracked, and he wiped a tear from his eye with the back of his hand. Diego sighed, his anger softening slightly at the sight of Frank's genuine distress. "I'm sorry to hear that, Frank. But that doesn't give you the right to use me like that. To lie to me and make me fall for you."

Frank looked up at him, his eyes filled with pain. "I know, and I'm so sorry. Last night...it was a mistake." "You are right, it was a mistake. Now please leave." said Diego firmly. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, quickly slipping them on. He turned back to Frank, his expression hard and unyielding. "Please leave, Frank. Now." Frank nodded, his eyes filled with unshed tears. He quickly dressed, his movements jerky and agitated. Diego watched him silently, his heart heavy with a mixture of anger and sadness.

As Frank turned to leave, Diego called out to him, "One more thing, Frank." Frank paused and turned to face him, his expression guarded. "Yeah?"

Diego took a deep breath, his voice steady and calm. "If you ever care about me again, if you ever want to make this right, you'll stay away from me until you've sorted out your own shit. Don't come around here again until you're truly single and ready to give someone else a chance." Frank's eyes widened with shock, but he didn't argue.

He just stood there, looking at Diego with a mixture of pain and regret. "I understand," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, Diego. I truly am." Diego nodded, his expression softening slightly. "I know you are. Now just go," Diego said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. He turned away, unable to watch Frank leave. He heard the door close behind him, and he let out a shaky breath, his body finally relaxing. He sank down onto the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

The reality of what had happened hit him like a freight train. He had let himself get too close to Frank, had let himself believe that he could have something more with him. But in the end, it had all been a lie. He felt used, betrayed, and more than a little foolish for falling for it. He sat there for a long time, lost in his thoughts. The harsh reality of the situation weighed heavily on him, and he found himself replaying their night together in his mind. The way Frank had touched him, the way he had made him feel...it had all been a lie. He felt a pang of pain in his chest, and he realized with a start that he had been crying. He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand, anger surging through him. He refused to let this break him. He had been through worse before, and he would get through this too.

He stood up from the bed, his body aching with a mixture of soreness and exhaustion.

He walked over to his mirror, his reflection staring back at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were puffy, and his hair was a mess. He looked like a man who had been thoroughly used and discarded. He felt like it too. He turned away from the mirror, unable to look at himself any longer. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of what had happened. He needed to get out of the house, to clear his head. He quickly got dressed, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he needed to move, to do something.

He ended up at the gym, the one place where he always felt in control. He swiped his membership card and walked onto the gym floor. Something was strange. He hadn't been there in a while, it all looked new and different. As he walked past the free weights section, he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. A man with a muscular physique and blonde hair was spotting someone on the bench press. Diego stopped in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized the face. It was Jason.

"Diego??!" he yelled from across the room "MY MAN!"

 

[michaelnola]

Yes Jason is back---awesome---they need to get together.